Try and Find Allegra

You're more than a little spooked as you leave Keith to his work. You remember a little bit about what you read on the internet about this place. Something about the cult that operated here thinking they could alter reality? If something is really happening, it seems to be spreading from the basement up. Jenny is down there, but you're not sure if you feel up to going after her alone. Since Allegra went upstairs like you did, maybe she'll be good backup.

You start down the hallway toward the stairwell, picking up your pace a bit as you near the Werewolf Den. You're pretty sure the performers in there can't see you, but truth told you'd rather avoid being tempted to go back in. Your nostrils flare as you pass by the door, catching a whiff of what you somehow know is Lilith's scent. It's enough distraction that you collide with a girl stepping out of the exhibit. Both of you go down in a tumble.

"Hey, watch it!" She snarls at you, curling a lip.

She looks... well, more than a little rumpled. She's dressed in street clothes so she doesn't seem to be one of the performers, but her strawberry blonde hair's a mess and it doesn't seem like she's had a haircut in ages. She also looks like she got dressed in a hurry, her panties peeking above the waist of her pants on one hip. You take in a breath as you right yourself, and in spite of not really trying you catch a whiff of her. Some things stand out, the scent of sex, a musky edge starting to creep into her womanly smell, and a bit of blood.

"S-sorry," you stammer as you stand back up and gather your wits. "I wasn't paying attention."

"It's alright, I'll let it slide," she says, calming down. "After all, you're pack." She gives a knowing, toothy smirk.

Your eyebrows go up, and you hurry to the stairwell.

"See you later!" The girl calls after you.

How could she tell? Hell, how could you tell what she smelled like? Do you smell different now, too? Did Lilith's bite do something to you? Doubts are crowding your thoughts as you climb the stairs. Reaching the third floor, you stop in your tracks as you catch a familiar scent wafting toward you. Apricot body wash. You know Allegra buys that all the time. You sniff again, and you realize you can tell where it's coming from. It hadn't occurred to you that you could track her by scent, and the idea seems more than a little creepy. Predatory.

You try to shake the idea off, taking out your phone. You go to text her so you can find her like a civilized human being. To your dismay, you find you've got no signal here.